*Jillian frowns at Emlyra, as she walks to the bar.*
Jillian: I am nineteen... What does age have anything to do with drinking? I have had a drink with my pa sense I became a gunslinger.
*She sits at the bar, and pours herself a glass of whiskey.*
Jillian: Why did you call Cassandra a monkey? She clearly is not one, and insulting a newcomer is frowned upon in my culture.
*Jillian still smiles, cause she a goody goody two shoes.*